Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Nas,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.